a.k.a “There’s nothing fun in the pantry and we don’t have any butter but hey these are pretty good!” i.e. When the end product is much greater than the sum of its rather boring parts. Continue reading →

Halva is all the rage right now, but when I was a little girl, it was just a dad-approved semi-healthy dessert snack. If you can’t get your hands on some, these sweet and chewy sesame cookies are the next best thing. Continue reading →

It’s been years now since I lived and baked in Darlinghurst, Sydney, and more than a year since I moved to New York. “Darling” really did refer to my original locale rather than the style of my baking, so the name has changed, but everything else will remain mostly the same. Continue reading →

I don’t know if it’s the potato chips, the molasses, or the wanton disregard for what constitutes a traditional ANZAC biscuit, but my GOD do these have that mythical ANZAC consistency. Continue reading →

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These are the recipes of The Lucky Baker.

Usually experimental. Never perfect. Usually dependant on what’s in season and what’s in (or not in) my kitchen. Lucky only in the sense that the more you work at something, the more fortunate the results.

I am…

...The Lucky Baker. An Australian in New York City. A proofreader. A baker of cookies and pies and cakes (sometimes). Still getting to know sourdough, Fahrenheit, and American butter.